LeopardGoddess's blog: "Poetry"

THE GREAT DRUM THE circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum; With the day, it moves upward -- booming; With the night, it moves downward -- booming; The day and the night are its song. I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head; I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head; Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick. I dance upward with the day; I dance downward with the night; Some day I shall dance afar into space like a particle of dust. Who is the Drummer who beats upon the earth-drum? Who is the Drummer who makes me to dance his song?

THE CITIES OF WHITE MEN THOSE men build many houses: They dig the earth, and they build; They cut down the trees, and they build; They work always -- building. From the elevation of the mountainside I behold the clouds: The clouds build many beautiful houses in the sky: They build, and they tear down; They build, and they dissolve. . . . The cities of white men, They are not beautiful like the cloud cities; They are not vast, like the cloud cities. . . . A wind-swept teepee Is all the house I own. . . .